Wood slag splashed everywhere, and the door was quickly cut out of a hole, Shang Jin jumped quickly, and after seeing the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank violently.

Innocent people lay on the streets that were originally empty and deserted. They were like hedgehogs, with sharp ice edges nailed to their bodies, lifeless as broken puppets; Others, their faces covered in blood, and their appearance was ruined. The gurgling blood, like an endless stream, flowed in front of Shang Jin's eyes and into his heart.

What about Ah Hu? What about Ah Hu? Shang Jin suddenly remembered, frantically rummaging for the corpse in a pool of blood, his trembling hands were stained with blood, but he didn't realize it, and finally found the man who was as warm as the sun. He lay face down on the ground, with five or six ice cubes stuck behind his back, tightly protecting his mother in his arms, but unexpectedly, neither of them was spared.

"Brother Shang...... Brother Shang......" A Hu's faint voice suddenly sounded in his ears, Shang Jin raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashed with ecstasy, and he hurriedly leaned over and leaned over to listen.

"Brother Shang... You must not... Kick oneself...... You're a good guy... Very good, very good...... Remember...... What am I telling you...... Live ...... well," the voice stopped abruptly.

"Ah Hu! Ahu!! Wake up!! Ahu!!! Shang Jin shook the man violently, but he closed his eyes forever.

"No, no......" Shang Jin held the mother and son tightly in his arms with his hands, shook his head over and over again, and repeated this sentence stupidly, until finally his voice choked and tears rained down.

"Ahhhh———h

The lonely city is full of devastation.

Shang Jin's eyes were blood-red, and his hair was messy on his face, and he moved slowly, stubbornly helping everyone with round eyes, and slowly closing his eyes. The movement seemed to be numb, but the pain in my heart was still like a freshly cut wound, unbearable. The little fox, it turned out that the feeling of watching his friend die with his own eyes turned out to be like this...... Today, he can be considered to have experienced it.

It hurts, it hurts, little fox...... The tears couldn't be stopped, he dragged his tired body, staggered to his feet, gritted his teeth fiercely, and slowly walked out of the city gate step by step.

The wound on his shoulder cracked, and beads of blood intertwined into red threads, dripping down his arm and landing on the blade of the knife held in his right hand. It also seemed to feel the pain and despair of its owner, and the cool breeze blew through it, intertwining into a mournful whisper.

Suddenly, white light gathered and shrouded Shang Jin's body. He looked grief-stricken, and in the eyes of McGee, the wall, it was bliss.

"Hahaha......" The laughter continued, Shang Jin suddenly turned the hilt, his body was light, and he was lifted up by the abundant spiritual power around him, he stepped on the city wall again, and the knife was waved with a bang, and the archers fell from the city wall one by one. In an instant, the shadow of the knife was cold, the blood light flickered, and he was dressed in purple, like a hellish Shura, and suddenly floated in front of McGee's eyes.

The sword in his hand seemed to shine brighter because he had drunk the blood of countless enemies. Seeing this, McGee was horrified, and dragged the last guard at his side to block him.

With a "poof", the blade pierced through the guard's chest, and McGee panicked and threw the corpse. The corners of Shang Jin's mouth hooked up with a smile, and the ice blade was sent away.

With a "thud", McGee's eyes widened and he looked at him in disbelief. The smile on his face faded, and Shang Jin approached him step by step with an expressionless face, and the flying black hair blew behind him, setting off his pale face.

A smile suddenly appeared on his lips, as if it was cruel, as if it was mocking, as if it was sad, as if it was desperate...... There were too many of them, and the laughter made McGee's heart panic. He looked down with difficulty, looked at a bloody hole in his chest, closed his eyes and meditated, the ring in his hand flashed, and the person disappeared suddenly.

Two drops of blood floated in the air and slowly landed. The wind was blowing, and the sky was overcast.

A bolt of lightning burst through the air, accompanied by a roaring thunder, and the rain began to rain down. The calendula on the side of the road bloomed excellently, and the orange petals were dyed with red blood, dazzling and poignant. The men on the walls spread their arms, and their wide sleeves were blown up by the agitation of the wind. His lips were white, tightly pursed, his eyes were red, and tears seemed to flow away.

It hurts...... Little fox, he can't bear it anymore, it hurts too much...... The figure flickered, the eyes were dark, and he fell from the wall again like a withered epiphany.

"Childe !!" Liu Shiyi ran out, and a fiery red figure caught Shang Jin one step ahead of him.

"I'm sorry Ah Jin, I'm sorry...... I'm late. ”

As soon as Mu Ningjiu appeared on the wild island, he saw the scene just now. Shang Jin like that was something she had never seen before, desolate, desperate, and powerless...... Even from a distance, she could clearly feel the grief and anger emanating from his body. Looking at the shocking pool of blood, even she couldn't help but tremble in her heart. The faint pain in her heart spread to her limbs, and looking at the person in her arms, she was stunned and touched her heart: I really haven't felt this way for a long time. She hugged Shang Jin tightly, put her face on his frighteningly cold forehead, apologized and comforted one after another, and her eyes contained deep distress.

She motioned to Liu Shiyi to bring Bai Lize over with her eyes, and silently recited something in her mouth, and the blue light was in her neck, covering them in.

……

The dark blue void doesn't seem to be as beautiful as before. It's darker in color, and it seems to have a desire to devour people. Mu Ningjiu's eyes were gloomy, carefully removing the sawdust and ice slag from Shang Jin's hands, wiping the blood, pointing to a dark red blood stain on his left shoulder, and asked in a deep voice:

"That's where he was seriously injured, right?"

Liu Shiyi had just witnessed a tragedy, and he hadn't eased up for a while, and when he heard Mu Ningjiu's question, he was stunned for a while before he replied sullenly: "The son still has some old wounds on his back, and he was stabbed by thorns." Seeing that Mu Ning Jiuer didn't say a word, he was about to take off Shang Jin's clothes and said softly:

"Miss Mu, you and Gongzi haven't ...... after all Or ...... me."

"I'll come." She interrupted, quickly took off Shang Jin's coat and underwear, and after seeing the wound on her back, she couldn't help but twist her eyebrows: the wound had begun to suppurate, and the dark black blood coagulated around, but there was a steady stream of red blood gushing out. The diameter of the wound is about one and a half inches and a half, which is quite deep, and if there is no more blood, I am afraid that it will fall into long-term dormancy due to ischemia. Quickly pulling out the short dagger on her waist, Mu Ningjiu cut four or five strips of red cloth from her clothes, and sucked the pus and blood from the wound with her mouth, the salty rust smell in her mouth spread, but she didn't stop for a moment, it lasted more than ten times, and finally cleaned up all the pus and blood.

Liu Shiyi on the side looked at it, his eyes were red: The son who had just experienced such a painful blow, fortunately, Miss Mu took care of him so carefully, it should be the only comfortable thing he experienced today.

The bottle of the wound medicine that Mu Ningjiu studied by herself has an excellent curative effect, and many people asked her to buy it, but she didn't give it, and she was even reluctant to use it when she was injured, and wanted to keep it for treasure. At this time, he did not hesitate to fall on his wounds. Mu Ningjiu bandaged a layer, sprinkled some wound medicine on the red cloth, and after tightly wrapping it in a circle, a bottle of medicine was almost exhausted. Seeing that there was no blood seeping out again, she frowned, breathed a long sigh of relief, and continued to check on Bailize's injuries for a moment.

……

Di Guo Palace.

Beigong Cen twisted his eyebrows and looked at the note on the desk:

Father, son, go to the four clans and come back soon.

Han'er is going to the Four Clans? How to get there? Won't it take months to come and go? The doubts in his mind continued, and he suddenly remembered the rumors that Han'er fell from the sky, and thought: The four clans are a strange place, and now the Di Kingdom is still at war, and it is impossible for Han'er to waste time going back and forth. Maybe there's something special about it...... However, he has always been a trustworthy man, and since he said that he would be back soon, there was nothing to worry about.

……

The month-long life in the barracks finally came to an end, and as soon as Shen Wan left, he ran to the guest room where Beigong Han lived. In the days since he disappeared, she has looked through hundreds of materials in the library, but there is no similar information. However, he found information about black magic in the underground library.

Every time she was worried about him, she would come to this room to stay for a while, and when she saw that there were still traces of his life in the house, she would be reassured: she believed in him, no matter what, when the spiritual power was enough, she would definitely come back.

Lying on the soft white bed, the tiredness that had been building up for many days suddenly hit her like a tide, and she turned sideways and soon fell asleep.

A burst of red light flashed in the room, and when Beigong Han opened his eyes after adapting to the bright light, he saw Shen Wan sleeping sweetly on the bed.

He wore a long pale blue dress draped in white veil, and the wide cuffs were embroidered with delicate nebulae with silver threads, which stretched bits and pieces to the waist. The curly blonde hair was shining brightly in the sun. Under the small Joan nose, a red lip is slightly pouted. The fine eyelashes flutter unconsciously, casting a quiet shadow on the snowy skin. She is like a moon-white water lily, blooming with the charm of a little woman. Beigong Han was stunned for a while.

When he came back to his senses, he walked lightly to the head of the bed, covered her with the quilt, pulled a stool with his hand, and sat down quietly. In the days when he was in Di Kingdom, he had been sleeping in the palace, but he was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. At this time, looking at her quiet face, tiredness gradually hit, he leaned on the bed, pillowed his hands, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Suddenly he heard a sound of footsteps, and he opened his eyes alertly and looked out the door.

The words of "Gong ......" were interrupted by a gesture from Beigong Han, he got up quietly, and followed him outside the palace at the right time before speaking:

"Childe! You're finally back! The subordinates still thought ......" Halfway through his speech, he suddenly remembered that the master couldn't hear the voice, a touch of pain flashed in his eyes, and he just wanted to speak, but he heard Beigong Han say:

"I can hear it. I went to the library that day, and I was inadvertently brought back to Di Guo by the strange ring in the dark grid, and I only came back today. He gestured with a ring embedded in a milky white spirit stone on his knuckles.

"That's a great boy!" Excited at the time.